Buster gently brushes his finger against Arthur's furry snout. "Oh, Buster!" Arthur groans. "A-Arthur, I've never done anything like this before. Is this okay?" Arthur hands Buster a gimp suit. "Get in!" Arthur barks. Buster begins to weep softly. He begins to stand, but Arthur clutches his wrist, bringing him back down. Arthur slowly removes his glasses and pushes them onto Buster's nose. The glasses are too small for Buster's fat face; they pinch his nose creating red welts. Candy wrappers litter the floor of the Reed's basement, where Buster has been trapped for hours. Arthur steps back to admire his work, "You're almost ready," he sneers. Sudden brightness fills the basement as the door at the top of the stairs swings open. Buster stares mutely at the looming shadow thrown onto the wall. Sweat forms on his brow.
The shadow grows larger as its owner descends the stairs. Arthur smiles coldly. "Ah. My sister has joined us," he whispers into Buster's ear. Buster begins to sweat profusely, he can feel the beads dripping down his back into his damp butt crack. "It's just like the gypsy woman predicted!" he thinks to himself in horror. DW is engulfed in darkness as she slowly makes her way over to the cot. All Buster can make out with Arthur's glasses is an enormous, fleshy palm slowly approaching his face, reeking of grease, covered in crumbs. Buster feels the sticky hand enclose over his mouth and nose, suffocating him. He thrashes wildly, but the Tibble twins tighten their grip on his wrists, binding him tighter to the cot. Buster, his lungs beginning to ache, watches in horror as a string of mucus hangs down from DW's nose, dangling dangerously close to his own face. "Mary Moo Cow," she sings sweetly, "Marry Moo Cow, we love you..."